I will tell you all a tale, a Jellicle of old

A cat of highest bravery, a feline very bold

Times I have to say were tough, times were very hard

War had set about the land, troubles wide and far


In the days of mad King George there was a plague of rats

They got into everything, even cider vats

A threat they were to house and home, to wheat and barley crops

The matter went to Parliament, to the very top


A mouser of the highest grade, a cat of utmost skill

Was needed to sort the problem rats, to go out and kill

Trixenstaff was drafted in, to fight the vermin foe

Her class were sharp, senses tuned, she was good to go


Trixie started right away, prowling through the barns

Hunting down the rats and mice as they plagued the farms

She creapt around the corn fields, chasing down her prey

Stopping any rodent that got in her way


But the rodents had a hero, a champion named Flix

A giant rat whose aim in life was to give Trixie a kick

This ogre was enormous, a monster among rats

A vicious demonic character who'd seen off many cats


His class were long and pointy, his tail just like a whip

His teeth a pair of razor blades that would do more than nip

A showdown was arranged, a reckoning was in place

Trixenstaff and Flix would meet, they'd meet face to face


If Trixie was to win, the rats would calmly go

And if Flix would win the fight, well you don't want to know

The battleground was ready, the warriors were poised

Spectators watched anxiously and made a lot of noise


Flix moved first: he'd done research

On Trixie's ways for this day

If Trixie won, he'd be done

But or Trix, moved too quick

Dodged his jaws and his claws

She'd learned too, Flix she knew

He'd strike fast, so for her to last

Smart she'd be and claim victory


The battle raged, they traded blows, both sides looking good

Flix and Trixie fought their best, doing all they could

Finally Trixenstaff caught a lucky break

Flix tripped over his own tail, a bad mistake to make


Trixenstaff saw her chance and pounced upon her foe

Flix was in a tangle, with no place to go

Trixie knew she had no choice, she could not be slow

And with super feline effort, dealt the final blow


The rats accepted their defeat and with the mice they left

Promising never to return, they'd been beaten by the best

They were good to their word and never once returned

The crisis was averted, the invasion had been burned


Trixenstaff was taken to London to King George

She was given Royal treatment, a complete London tour

George conferred on Trixenstaff the title of Grand Dame

And a diamond studded collar emblazoned with her name


Songs and stories were composed about her noble task

Or how she helped King and country beat a rodent army vast

So now we celebrate a cat, a legend and a half

The saviour of Georgian times, the great Trixenstaff